Owen goes in for his oral surgery tomorrow and I've been worrying about it for two days. Not sure how he's going to handle the anesthesia and whether he'll be freaked out by the process. I've talked to him about it and promised him more legos as a treat (his favorite). He seems ok with that.

I cannot imagine a Mom better equiped to get him through this than you.

Two students at my university have tested positive for flu of some sort. They're doing more tests to find out whether it's swine flu or some other kind of flu. People are kind of freaking out. Those two students got moved to private rooms so that they won't spread it to their roommates. The university is starting to enforce its "no homemade food at public events" rule, which will probably screw up some bake sales. And, of course, we got all the emails about hand-washing and using tissues. (My sister said that, at her office, there is now a sign over every sink with a six-step procedure on how to wash your hands.)

Oh, that's scary, Hil! Hope it's not the swine flu.

My brother is out of surgery. There was a lot more damage then they thought, but they were able to repair it all. So, all is well! YAY!

I am sorry for your loss, Hil, and also hope you are swine flu-less.

Congrats to the Teas of all shapes and sizes! Little Ryan has the best birthday of all.

Sunil! Random Buffista dream last night. Someone in DH's family had passed away and P-C naturally decided to fly to Fort Lauderdale to pay his respects. He declined to stay with us because we had so much family to deal with and booked a room at Dave's Motel on the beach. Dave's was a basic beach dive and this biker dude showed us the room and explained that although it didn't have a lock no one had ever had a problem. Ok, P-C leaves his stuff and we walk down the beach. It is apparently Spring Break and there is a mob of scantily clad college types all over the beach. Unlike a typical city sky I am trying to show P-C that there is a meteor shower going on and the sky is filled with stars like a mountain sky, with dozens of streaking meteors. P-C only sees a handful of random bright stars. Also, a chick at one of the tiki bars insists on demonstrating her skin care products using P-C as an example. He was cool with that. And then I awoke.

Ha! Nice!

Yay for babytea!!

Happy birthday, Gris!

{{{Hil}}}

Surgery~ma for vw's brother.

Oral surgery and anti-freak-out~ma for Owen.

Happy B-day, Gris!

Happy birthday, Gris!

Stephen Fry's letter to his sixteen year old self

I hope you are well. I know you are not. As it happens you wrote in 1973 a letter to your future self and it is high time that your future self had the decency to write back.

Stephen Fry's letter to his sixteen year old self

Fascinating, complex and awesome.

Like the bloke himself, in fact.

that letter was bad for my allergies but good for my soul.